The Enchanted Quill

Oh! To be noticed...
A fond wish of ours, it's true
we toil all night long to have the
undivided attention - of you.
The lengths we would go!
The depths to which we sink,
all for the securing of mute regard,
the us-related thoughts they
might someday...think.

And why not?

Our pain is so obscene!
Our ego is unarguably supreme.
Feel the things we require you to!
Only speak when spoken to...
Does no-one understand...
the fierce melodrama which has seized
the land?
You!
You with your...life.
What worth does life hold,
what use the whole charade
when compared to the listless lip service
we demand be paid.

Our Opinions Are The World. The World But A Point Of View.
We Are Righteous And Unhappy. Why The Hell Aren't You?

Oh!...To be Noticed. ~sigh~

A quill, yet boy
He hides in man clothes
He comes to annoy
And spew jealous prose

A quill is pefect with which to write
A quill is perfect when out of site
He blends with the crew of the bitter
Sometimes I am reminded of him on the shitter.

A quill, he cannot take the heat
He refers to the nice people as "elite"
Just be nice - he cannot understand
It reminds of his lover, live with mom Jan

Maybe one day he will see the light,
and not start an unprovoked fight.
I do not think we have that kind of luck,
So honestly I just don't give a ...crap.